Got a phone call from my mother right after lunch saying she needed help moving. I asked what happened to the movers she hired for Saturday. She says "I just have a few pictures that I need help with". Knowing my mother, I knew on my way over there it was gonna be a lot more crap than that and I called my sister, who isn't the best friends with our mother to come help me. She declined and is on my bad list now. I was the one who needed help. Sure enough, three full pick up loads later, I have the "Ice Man" back on my knee, and I broke out the opioids and Ibuprofen. This knee is never going to get better at this rate.